Swing by Shi Yang Su

I climb on an aged swing in the middle of night

verdant wind blows up unsettled hairs 

swaying with both hands off the rusty strain

hemlines of my cotton dress rolling like an orchid

swinging on the cold damp mist of February

wandering mind and restless toes

frolic with the long brook of Aquarius and Pisces

hover above whitish skylines rimming in the dawn

I can hear

hurtling cars hurry on nearby highways

same path driving from here to no where

roaring amid caress of bustling city light

like something stays in my sight

and embeds in sense of soul

I swing higher to reach

bruised ankle and callused hands

never stop the climb

sauntering soles finally fit

with the husk of world

I swing higher to reach

reachable sky and sun

for every same unspoken night

I climb on an aged swing

swaying with my singing soul

higher than city of light

and listening to

the salty breeze blend in rushing cars

twinkling lights fade away in myriad windows

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Shi Yang Su is a Chinese student who is currently studying creative writing. She is a firm believer of "Show don't Tell". Her favorite poet is Sharon Olds. Her poems has been published on Antimatter Dreams, Neologism Poetry Journal, Across the Margin, and Misery Tourism and her poems are forthcoming on The Bitchin’s Kitsch, Dreich Magazine ＆ Press, Cerasus Magazine, and Moria Literary Magazine.